Sunshine, Sunshine
I turn down a dead-end road, heading towards an eroding cliff line. The sign reads something like ‘The Marrams’, ‘Cut End’ or ‘Cart Gap’. It’s midday and the temperature is almost freezing. I know when I get out my car the air will bite at my hands and I will be totally exposed against a sea wind. As I stand on a concrete coast, the clouds part slightly and Winter sun illuminates a patch of sea. The journey from North to South takes only a day, but the wait for Spring takes months.
Sunshine, Sunshine traces a journey down Britain’s East Coast. I was drawn to this line that signified the space between home and away, the places I moved through but didn’t know. My memories of this coast became intertwined with the encounters I had as I moved South, through Winter into Spring.
